Connecticut western news., 1887-03-30

They took the evening train. At the depot some of their friends had gathered to hear the news.
 Of each and all, they asked the same question.
 Have you ever heard of Nastalgy?"
 And ronc of them had ever heard of it, but all agreed that it must be dreadful thing to have such difficult name.
 When they reached the city they had cried and worried themselves sick.
 1 At least the two women had. The father, with the stoicism of his kind, had beat constant tattoo on the car window and whistled an accom- paniment-all the time he was crying in his heart.
 "Oh, Absalom, my son! my sonp' There was no one to meet them, as no one was interested in their coming ex- cept Ben and the doctor, and they neither of them had heard of their in- intentions.
 So they went at once to the place where Ben boarded, dreary house, with innumerable small, ill-ventilated rooms, where for the entire sum that he earned weekly Ben Connover was per- mitted to lodge.
 The doctor had made his hospital rounds that night, and his last call was on Ben. He was young physician, and very jealous over his patients. He took an interest in the handsome, whole souled country boy who was unac- customed to close rooms and sewer gas and lonely hours, and so wrote that let ter to his mother.
 And as they stood on the step ringing the grumbling bell he walked up and soon discovered who they were, and made himself known.
 "Oh, Doctor, is there any hope7
 Doctor, will my boy get well9
 ''Doctor, is he still alive2"
 These were the questions that were poured into the doctors ears.
 How very unfeeing of him to laugh |!
 "Why, there is nothing in the world the matter with him! As I wrote you it's only bad case of nostalgia"
 'Doctor" said the father sternly, ''put that 'cre word in plain Englishv'
 "Oh, I see," laughed the doctor. Ut is the medical term for homcsickncss."
 And that was all that ai!ed the boy. A good deal of mental longing and worry had brought on fever, and Ben was fast becoming really ill, but the sympathetic young doct or had diagnosed his case correctly. He was soldier who was not sick from any fatal malady. He was homesick.
 ''Now that we're here we'll stay and see the sights, Sarah Ann," MT. Conno- yer said to his wife, land you can coddle Ben all you want to-
 And Ben was very willing to be cod died. But it was strange that after explaining that big medical word, the doctor still kept coming. It worried the old couple little, because they thought Ben must be in danger after all
 But it was the doctor who was in danger now. He had transferred his interest in the brother to the sister. And no word was big enough to diagnose his case.
 Butit all came out right. Only Ben must have tonics and directions, and at last the doctor went out there and established practice, leaving out the Latin words.
 And he was right. There is no more insidious disease than homesickn. ss. When the Swiss soldiers, the brayest fighters in the world, hear the familiar Rtnz dcs baches they lean on their car pines and weep for their loved glaciers and mountain pines, and often die ot that hidden wound of the heart-whose classical name is nostalgia, and which freely translated means sickness fol home. -[Detroit Free Press.